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Ask you what your interests are Who you be with (Would you know, would you know, would you know) Things that make you smile What number to dial Ask you what your interests are Who you be with (Would you know, would you know, would you know) Things that make you smile What number to dial See, I'm like hostile Senile But but but all about my mail Make a hoe gets down and dirty just like some Freaky Tales You see I tag a hoe just like I tag a taser Amaze her Split her ass just like a f**kin' razor You gotta know the game just like you know a strategy And d**k her Satisfy her hunger just like a Snicker And pick her Pockеts like a nose becausе hoes know the f**kin' deal That's why you gotta be real And be for real about the kill How you gon let your n***a borrow 50 bucks and won't let him borrow your b*t*h? You better start thinking bout the game 'fore you start think about gettin' rich Dog chases cats And cat chases mouses Like a n***a chase a b*t*h And b*t*hes chases ounces Recognize game or just take notes from my n***a Dug Or just step into a club Thinking bout that b*t*h with yo mean mug Closed mouths don't get fed (like that) You better have insurance like Club Med I'll have these hoes like Pirellis - tired Expired Just like some spoiled milk And then I have they ass on tilt Like a video game Turn them out Spell my name Then I make a Trojan change And come back and do the same 'Cause Nowadays hoes just givin' up the f**kin' ass Ain't no f**kin' questions Now n***as want the d**k to last Everyday Come and play Then they ask to get paid Expectin' you to dish it out When the f**kin' work is safe But I'm like that group called Brownstone I'll say "show it, prove it, do it" Then I'll turn the pockets to tunnels and I run right through em Askin' me do I Got 5 On It b*t*h, you's a Luni I'm a G, you wanna dive on it And if you lucky, b*t*h, you can even get a backstage pass But you'll leave that backstage fast If it ain't no backstage ass 'Cause I can spot a groupie from a f**kin' mile away Tryna peep on your grip and this is what they say- I was into a hoe named Linda Put on my agenda 'cause she was jockin' I wasn't lookin' at her ass no more, I was lookin' at her pockets I had to "Smack it, flip it, rub it down" She was a tough cookie A Goldberg and she wanted to make Whoopi Gotta crawl before you walk hoe I wanna know where the money's at And you wanna know Where's Waldo? (So jaws, hoe) b*t*hes support my need Might buy me some clothes or maybe a hoe to buy me some dank weed I'm knowin' you're just a [?] I'm like a set of bad directions - keepin' hoes mislead Call that b*t*h Bruce Angle 'cause she [?] 'Cause like paper, b*t*h The message like...written all over yo face Claimin' you's vegetarian but this meat you gon' like taste But with this type of d**k, they don't wanna see me d**k's not Big Poppa but Notorious for B.I.G So trick when you grab this d**k, you gon' work a lot 'Cause it's just like Cascade - known to hit all the spots (b*t*h) [Chorus]
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